Status: Edited

// Third Person Point Of View //

Johnny woke up on the small matress in the lot, his eyes hurt from the sun. He had woken up later than he thought but honestly didn't mind, he wasn't going home anyway. Already bored out of his eyes, he stood up and stretched his muscles, hearing a satisfying crack sound. He took off his sweatshirt and tied it around his waist tightly. Sighing loudly, he walks away from the lot.

There was nothing to do anyway that day, he had forgotten his sketch book at home under his bed. He didn't know where he was walking and honestly didn't care, he liked walking without a destination. He was still a bit tired but continued to walk down the street, the morning was warm so he didn't need his sweatshirt. He was headed away from his side of town but didn't realize it, he was too focused on the nature and the weather. The further he walked in the other side of town, the further he was away from safety.

Without knowing what happened, someone pulled him into and alley and put a hand over his mouth. He tried thrashing out of their grasp to escape, nothing worked and he was scared. They pushed him against the wall and the person's other friends smirked mischievously. He knew that this wasn't going to end well, it never did in situations like this. One took his sweatshirt and threw it to the side, it landing by the dumpster.

"Hiya Greaser, what to do you think your doing in our part of town," the one asked in a low tone, holding a tight grip on Johnny's collar.

"I-i-i. . . I didn't know that I was in your part of town, honest," Johnny stutters out, trying to get the boy to let go of his shirt collar. "P-please let me go," he pleaded.

"Oh," he chuckled. " I don't think so Grease. You are going to get what you deserve for coming on this side of town, I thought your kind knew not to come over here," he said as if talking about some sort of creature but Johnny wasn't, he was a person.

He pulled Johnny away from the wall and threw him into the side of the dumpster, knocking him to the floor. Johnny let out a quiet whimper and tried getting up only to be kicked in the ribs knocking him down again. His body ached already but they continued to punch and kick him around. They kicked him in the side once more and he hit his back against the wall, groaning in pain. One of the boys picked him up and slammed his back into wall again, throwing a punch at his jaw.

For once in a long time, Johnny started bawling his eyes out, not planning to stop anytime soon. His body hurt so bad and they continued to hurt him. They dropped him and went for his sweatshirt, bringing it back to him. He didn't know what they were going to do, he was too weak to fight them. They pulled the sweatshirt over his head and pulled his arms from under it, tying up his arms and leaving him there.

They kicked him in the side again and walked off, he couldn't move or get his hands untied. He sat there with his back to the wall, tears blinding his vision. He sat there for almost an hour crying his eyes out, trying to get his arms out of the ning they were in. His wrists hurt from trying so he eventually stopped trying and sat there. People walked by but ignored the beaten boy sitting there in the alley.

"H-hey kid are you alright? You don't look too good, what happened," a voice asked, walking towards him.

"G-get away from me! Haven't you done enough just leave me alone," Johnny cried out.

"I-its alright, I'm not going to hurt you. If anything I should be hurt for being on this side of town, Greasers aren't allowed​ over here," the boy stuttered.

"W-wait your a Greaser? Leave before they come back and hurt you too," Johnny said quickly and quietly.

"No I'm going to get you out of here, stand up," he says.

"I-i can't. They tied my arms tightly behind my back and I can't get out," Johnny cried out.

The boy walked over and picked him up, placing him on his feet. Johnny could hardly even stand, everything ached. The boy wrapped an arm around his shoulder and held him up, walking him out of the alley and towards wherever the boy took him. They walked for a while down the road, avoiding those people who hurt Johnny, avoiding the Socs. Finally making it out of that God awful side of town, the boy sighed in relief.

They finally made it to a house and walked up the steps, the boy opening the door. No one in the room noticed them which Johnny was greatful for. Johnny put his head down hoping to hide his face, it was bruised and bloodied. He heard footsteps but didn't say anything, he already felt like a bother to these people he didn't know. He was ashamed that a complete stranger found him and took him to his home.

"Hey Soda, did you get the supplies for dinner," a deep voice asked.

"Actually Darry I didn't. I ran into a problem and had to pick something​else up," Soda says softly.

"What do you mean," the Darry asked again.

"Come out and see," Soda replied.

Johnny lifted his head up to see a tall boy walk out from a room and look at him. His eyes widen at the beat up boy in front of him, arms still tied around his back.

"Soda where did you find this boy," Darry asks.

"I was in the Socs side of town to get stuff and found him in an alley. The Socs beat him up really good Darry. I couldn't just leave him," Soda said sympathetically, looking at the boy beside him.

// Authors Note //

I suck at cliffhangers but I continue it to give them to. I hope you enjoyed​this chapter. I'll see you all soon.

Till then,

~ Stay Gold